This is a sequel to my Office Hours series, continuing the story of Dr. Michaels and her younger boyfriend/slaveboy Jason. It isn't entirely necessary to read the first series to get into this one, but I of course highly recommend it.
This time around, the narrative is also heavily about Michaels' and Jason's friend, Lindsay, and her own quest for love.
Let me know what you think!
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December
"Oooh," Dr. Michaels moaned as she bounced on the boy splayed atop her desk. The good teacher smacked the boy hard on the side of his ass with the ruler in her hand. "Oh, fuck, take it, kiddo! You love it! Yeah, take it, you pathetic little boyslut!"
She gave one side of the boy's face a smack with the ruler, feeling her pet's pain shutter up through his chubby cock into her body as she mercilessly slammed him. "Scream for me! Cry!" Smack! the other side of is face, harder. Another shutter. "Cry!"
Dr. Sabrina Michaels was a popular professor of English, Writing, Rhetoric, and Literature. She was tall and slim, her hair short and dark. She wore glasses like any proper academic. She had long ago rejected being a normal, healthy adult with a normal, healthy private life. Instead, she found herself fucking and abusing one of her students in her office. He was young and taut, with long, young, luscious, coconut-scented hair, pretty young lips, a trusting young smile, and a young young young prick that was hard whenever she wanted it.
His name was Jason. He was almost eleven years younger than Sabrina, and they were deeply in love.
"Gag, you disgusting little whore!" Dr. Michaels snarled, holding the ruler in both hands and pressing it against Jason's throat.
Jason tugged at the mouse chord binding his wrists above his head..He was blind from a sticky stretch of Scotch tape looped over his eyes, and gurgled through the paper stuffed in is mouth. A copy of his final dissertation, a bright red A-Minus in Dr. Michaels' handwriting crumpled down somewhere near his tonsils. So close to perfect. If only he had gotten the spacing right on his Works Cited page.
Dr. Michaels squeezed the ruler a little harder against the boy's neck, knowing from long experience and agreement just how hard she could safely choke him. Jason responded with a series of delightful gurgled yelps before deploying one of his trusted physical gambits. He began vibrating his hips, flicking waves of rapid-fire thrusts into Michaels.
The results were always the same, and always explosive. In seconds, Michaels dropped the ruler and raked her nails down Jason's chest as an orgasm paralyzed her muscles and wrenched a low scream from deep inside her. She gave Jason several more crunching pounds to increase the effect before bracing her hands on his shoulders to catch her breath and let the sweat beading on her cheeks drip onto his blind, gagged face.
"That wasn't fare!" she panted. "I wasn't done punishing you! Bad boy! Bad!"
Dr. Michaels sprang off of Jason, off of the desk, and onto the floor. She unlooped the chord from around Jason's wrists and yanked the damp essay out of his mouth. She grabbed the fallen ruler and smacked the edge of the desk several times.
"Up!" she barked. "Off! Bend!"
Jason, still tape-blinded, obediently slid his feet to the floor, turned around, and gripped the edge of the desk with his hands as he raised his gorgeous, hard ass in the air. Michaels scraped each cheek, slowly, with the sharp corner of the ruler.
"That was nice," she said, gently patting the kid's thighs with the ruler. "So I'll be kind. For every strike, I'll allow you to stroke yourself one time. One! And you will thank me for it every time. Agreed?"
"Yes, Ma'am!" Jason said, eagerly taking his wet cock in hand. "Thank you, Ma-"
Michaels didn't wait for him to finish. She stung the boy's ass hard with the flat of the ruler, eliciting first a yelp, then a hard pump, and finally a slightly strangled, "Thank you, Ma'am!"
Again. Smack, yelp, pump. "Thank you, Ma'am!"
Smack, yelp, pump. "Th...thank you, Ma'am!"
The pet's ass as already glowing red and lightly welted. Dr. Michaels made her next blow extra hard and aimed it upwards so the edge of the ruler would bite right into Jason's spread taint. He screamed, knees buckling a little, but of course didn't forget to give his prick a hard yank. "Th-thank you...Ma'am!"
Harder, faster, over and over. Soon they both lost any proper rhythm. Michaels started to work her clit as she reigned blows onto Jason at will while the boy jerked himself freely, offering a ceaseless stream of reverent gratitude punctuated with screams.
Finally, with several final pumps, Jason squirted out an impressive load against the side of the desk, panting with the pleasure of release. Dr. Michaels growled and immediately fisted the back of the boy's head, slamming his face into the sticky mess on her desk and smearing it down until he was nose-deep in the wetness staining her carpet. She ground his face in it, ripping his hair in her fingers, until at last her swirling hand ground another orgasm from her clit.
Sabrina panted and sank to the floor to spoon Jason's warm, wet body and kiss his neck. "That was a good one, kiddo. Nice job."
"The last desk fuck," Jason said, squeezing his girlfriend's hands over his chest.
"You wish! Just because you're not a student anymore that doesn't mean you can't come visit me in my office. And you will," she added firmly. "Unless you also intend on skipping out on Thursday nights?"
Almost every Thursday evening, Dr. Michaels hosted a famous salon in her apartment. It was a space for chosen students to come share their academic work and engage in intelligent, interesting conversation about all things cultural. Invitations were hotly sought after, but Jason had the special distinction of being an unofficial cohost, personally preparing most of the food and refreshments each week.
"Of course not," Jason said. "But...you won't be my teacher anymore after today."
Sabrina chuckled, nipped the boy's shoulder. "I'll always be your teacher, because you'll always be a silly little boy compared to me. That's what you get for being with an older woman." Sabrina stood, pulling Jason up with her. She began untangling the tape from around his head and wiping his face clean with a handkerchief. "Time to get ready, now. You're supposed to be at the auditorium in less than an hour."
"And remember, you promised to take a picture with me beforehand," Jason said. "Lindsay has my camera, so we need to meet up with her at the oak."
"Ugh, you and your stupid pictures!"
Jason never shut up about photography. Though he had already been hired to write copy for a local magazine, photography remained his pet passion. It was endearing right up until it was grating. Sabrina was, of course, his favorite subject, even though he knew she hated having her picture taken.
"You'll be glad for the memories some day, when you're senile and I'm still in the bloom of youth."
Sabrina smacked the back of his head and started rifling through the clothes folded on her desk chair. Jason shook out his graduation gown and laid it over another chair as he began sorting over his own clothes.
"You know," Sabrina said, "Lindsay dared me to make you walk the stage naked under that thing."
"Like some cheesy old frat movie?"
Sabrina nodded, and took a moment to relish the worry that slowly crept into the kid's eyes as she said nothing. If she ordered him to do it, Jason would. "Don't worry, kiddo, I wouldn't do that to you on your big day. I want everyone to see that pretty tie I picked out. These, however..." Dr. Michaels tossed the boy the little black panties she'd worn all morning. "...only you and I will know about."
Jason grinned and stepped into the delicate garment. "What?" he said Michaels' frown.
"Why does all my underwear look better on you than me?"
Jason kissed her cheek. "Same reason you're a lot cuter in my boxers than I am."
Sabrina smiled and started to get dressed. Some nice hose, her best black suit with a dark blue blouse. A necklace with a lovely little emerald pendant that Jason had bought her for her thirtieth birthday. Heels, which she despised—thank God Jason was a barefoot kind of guy when it came to their games. Taking a brush to her hair, she turned around to see how Jason was coming along.
He was good to go, just settling the mortarboard on his head. So handsome! Shiny shoes and khakis, a tie peeking above the collar of his gown. Sabrina felt a quiver in her throat. She stepped forward to fuss with his hair around the cap and suddenly found her eyes brim over with tears.
"Oh, kiddo!" she sobbed, taking Jason in her arms and hugging him tight, rocking side-to-side.
"I'm so proud of you!"
Jason stroked the back of her head. "Look at you, getting all maternal."
"Shut up. This is a big day for me, too. I worked hard to get you here."
"I know." He stroked Sabrina's cheek and gave her a deep, gentle kiss. "Thank you, Doctor."
Sabrina held her sweet, handsome boyfriend—barely a boy anymore!—for a while longer before pulling away and wiping her eyes. "Let's get going and take your stupid picture already. And don't you dare tell Lindsay I was crying! I'm the girl's hero, you know."
"You'll be my hero, too, if you help her find a new girlfriend already. Starla dumped her a month ago and she's still doing the goth thing."
